Groom's Sister Quotes & Sayings
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I've been designing since I was 8. I started sketching dresses I could wear when skating. I was always involved in all aspects of skating, not just the technique, the choreography, the music, but the visual aspects, too - what I should wear. — Vera Wang

Truth like a torch, the more 'tis shock, it shines. — Sir William Hamilton, 9th Baronet

I wonder what will happen when you actually enjoy the pains that life gives us sometimes. You'll be above them. — Innocent Mwatsikesimbe

Total war is no longer war waged by all members of one national community against all those of another. It is total ... because it may well involve the whole world. — Jean-Paul Sartre

He tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up. — William Golding

It wasn't fair. Mollie had spent her entire life trying to do the right thing - going out of her way to do what she was supposed to, even when she wanted to do the exact opposite. But tonight her heart had betrayed her. Tonight her heart had done the wrong thing. No, the absolute worst thing.
Tonight, at her sister's wedding, Mollie Carrington had gone and fallen head over heels in love.
With the groom. — Lauren Layne

Money will never make you happy if you are an unhappy person. — Robert Kiyosaki

Desiree the child bride, and her sister Miranda, had gone grave-robbing for a wedding gown. In the north end of the cemetery, among the palatial mausoleums with their broken windows of stained glass where the ivy crept in, was the resting place of a young woman who'd been murdered at the altar while reciting her marital vows. The decaying tombstone, among the cemetery's most envied, was a limestone bride in despair, shoulders as slumped as a mule's, a bouquet of lilies strewn at her feet. Though her murder, by her groom's jealous mother, had been long in the past, everyone knew that her father had had her buried in her gown of lace and silk. — Timothy Schaffert

Argot is nothing more nor less than a wardrobe in which language, having some bad deed to do, disguises itself. It puts on word-masks and metaphoric rags. — Victor Hugo